Since I started using the headset permanently, from when I wake up I go to bed, I can list from memory the circumstances in which I take it off: to bathe, of course, listening to music with headphones, to go the pool in summer, to get into the river or sea on holiday, in a concert or music festival where I drill the brain. And nothing else.
But the beach itself, I leave it. And suffer the horrors of watching my kids throw sand, and splash, but above all, I fear every time I go to sea / river to steal someone backpack where I keep it. And that's why I never finish to be relaxed and calm, and enjoy accordingly.
Well, this year the revolution.
summer in a southern beach, beautiful place, where the Patagonian wind fills you with sand until the last bit of your body. I'm not talking a little windy. I'm talking about real storm in the sand that attacks you like millions of needles on the body. Of course, I could not risk the headset.
So every time we left the car, tell my family that I disconnected, I asked them to give me his last messages, and left my well-kept hearing navel cord. Y I went to the beach and stripped of sound, free of mechanical howl of the wind and free of care must provide to the appendix of our body.
And really I was happy. Squeaky music aerobics class of the nearby beach, cushioned. Feeling that I was going to steal at any time, conquered. Wind off. Voices of kids, barking dogs, donuts, churros ads kites off. Voices of my children, after hearing a short distance from lip reading and hassle. My husband's voice ... Well, my husband does not talk a lot. The sea ... as a distant rumble that perhaps imagined or actually was.
And I had no shame to ask my children what I repeat said such a seller, how much were the churros or how the seller was asking for the blades in front of the lord himself. And I enjoyed her hair (now that I'm leaving long, if you can call shoulder-length), and me pigtails, and wear head scarves in the giants and I left my Russian ears in sight.
Yes, I enjoyed my deafness. Or maybe the right word is not enjoyed, but I lived it fully, I accepted, I did part of me, I shared, I showed. And none of those afternoons when I had the headset, even by hand, I missed.
I think they call that "knowing who you are." He also said "be free."
